Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1887-07-09

The wound was shortly dressed. but it
was a whole day before the young stran-
ger awoke from the stnpor occasioned bv
his fall, and then it was only to pass into
state of deIirium.
Do you know who he is?r the doctor
asked Sybil, who had been installed bv
common consent as the sick mans nurse.
This dropped out of his pocket" she
replied, handing him business card 81
think that is his name, as his baggage is
marked with those initials"
The doctor read: Robert Vincent &
Co., commission merchants, New York
lie had narrow escape" he observed
handing the card back to SybiI. "a little
more force would have crushed his skull
like NUTSHELL
Sybil. ''''e'-'0 ~
wonder what Louise viii say when
she hears that have been playing nurse ?,
she pondered the day following the as
/ sumption of her new duties. lPoor fell
| low Pm sorry for him"
| AT Cheyenne, happily for the sick man
| the tram was delayed two DAYS by land
slide During the interval Of quiet and
rest the doctor succeeded in breaking his
| FEVER and on the fourth day after the acci-
aent MI Vincent opened his eyes in weak
aStonlshment as his returning conscious
ness dlscerned in his faithful attendant
the handsome young lady with whom he
had tried so assiduously to iirt.
lie teit too weak from the shock and
rom the loss OF blood to ask any questions,
Dut Sybll OWNED his wonder and she ex-
planned to him the details of his accident.
with gentle grace as charming as her
former reserve had been admirable
Nothing could have been prettier than
SYPHILIS devotion to the unfortunate
stranger, and the other passengers seemed |
TO appreciate it, for they held aloof and |
were content with being merely spectators. |
She waited on him with persevering de- |
yotion. 1t was Sybil's way to do that. |
she read TO him, or when he wished it. |
talked to him. The presence of an invalid |
seemed to lnfuse home feeling into the |
NE aboard the train, and when the weeks |
Journey was protracted by various obstacles |
TO ten days no one complained.
Before they reached San Francisco Mr..
Vincent was able to sit up. 1t would take |
some time for the wound TO heal, but he
had recovered pretty well from the shock.
In the opinion of some of the passengers
he was not altogether anxious for imme-
dlate convalescence, which was hardly to
be wondered at and really | think Sybil |
ielt twlnge OF regret as she sat the last
evening beside Mr.. Nincents couch and
listened TO party of gentlemen warbling
SWISS air out on the front platform. 1t
was twilight, and the porter had not vet
come in to light the lamps.
Don't you think, Miss Sybil," Mr..
Vincent said, in low voice. 'Ethat some
acquaintance ripen very much faster than
Others? feel as though had known Won
for years, yet | cannot tell what your last
name IS. The doctor calls you Just Miss
Sybil'
" thought you knew" she said, simply.
ignoring his first question, which had sent
a strange thrill to her heart. "My name
is Travers."
"What?' he almost shouted. "What
did you say?'
"Travers," she repeated, looking at him
surprised
He sank back on the cushions helplessly,
and, turning his face toward her, he muir,
INJURED: "Kismet:"
Do you know" he continued. after A
pause which Sybil felt to be pregnant with
meaning, do You know we have been as
badly mixed up as to our identities as the
people in play. | had no idea Won were
Miss Travers. Your Uncle Jerry"
Do you know my Uncle Jerry ?o she
cried in surprise.
ought tO," he replied, with an odd
smile. q am-Sybil, do you ever forgive
people who practice little deceits upon
your"
The familiar manner of this address did
not offend her, strange to say.
That depends" she said softly.
What would you say if were to tell
you that my name wasn't Vincent at all ~
He had contrived to get hold of her
hand, and he felt it futter slightly, but
she made no response.
s. do not know what led you to believe
that my name was Vincent. At first
| could not correct the impression.
and, when | was able, / didn't care to,
for | was so pleased with our relation that
feared to do anything that might lar
upon it. 1t is all the worse for me now
for fear this deceit may have preiudiced
you | am your uncle's friend, Sybil |
am Royal Valleau."
1t was her turn to start in establishment.
She snatched her hand away from him,
but he secured ii again.
. Don'tm he pleaded in a low tone.
" Forgive me, You have made me love
you, and you must not be so cruel. You
will at least forget that | have deceived
you at ALP
Sybil gave no spoken reply, but her
hand was still clasped in his, and before
the porter Lit the lamps she suffered him
to carry it to his lips.
This story was detailed in Il letter to
Miss Louise Houghton the following week,
with the appended comments
And just think of it, Louise! have actuallv
engaged myself to him. l meant to hate him
So tooi Uncle Jerry is delighted of course |
For myself. i can only say that am perfectly
happy, and leave the Test to your i'm |
agination. Wasn't it funny though? He
left New York three weeks before he |
had intended to, because he didn't want to he |
bothered with looking after me- and ran away
from him in the same unceremonious STYLE
Yet we both got on the same train after all II
is quite like a romance, isn't it. dear? But /
must close, as Roy is begging me to hurry and
finish, will write YOU more again. Your low
ing friend. SYBI.
A NARROW EsCAPE.-A thousand poor
children of indianapolis, accompanied by
many ladies and gentlemen of the Charity
Society. went to Bethany Park on picnic
excursion June 30th, and only b. the
rarest good fortune escaped a misfortune
that might have killed hundreds of them.